In the midst of all the noise and hustle that the city so naturally generates, I saw her standing on the sidewalk of the road looking here and there, searching for someone or waiting for someone. She looked confused. May be she was just lost and didn’t know which path to take. I walked up to her. She didn’t even notice me walking up to her. She was just lost in her own little confusion. I walked up to her and said ‘Excuse me, can I help you in any way? You seem like you have landed up at the wrong place. Are you looking for some address or destination that I can guide you to?’ She looked at me first with a little surprise and then with an amused look. I didn’t know what to say so I just started explaining myself before she could start judging me. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to intrude. I just saw you from over there and you looked confused so I thought you might be lost. Are you lost?’ She looked at me and waited for a second as if framing the sentence in her mind before saying it and then said ‘Well, not today, no! But yeah I kinda think I’m lost; in the general sense of the word. I think I’m lost in life. I don’t have any idea of what I’m doing with my life. I think I am lost there.’ As she said this I just felt out of place and started feeling awkward. I cursed myself for having come up and asked her anything and for putting myself in such a position. I didn’t know what to say to her. I looked at her and saw a puzzled expression. She was waiting for me to respond. I didn’t have anything. This was much unexpected. I came up with a feeble ‘Well, aren’t we all?’ She smiled on hearing that which was a relief for me. She then dived into a conversation with me. She told me that she loved this part of town; the buildings, the cafes and the people and how they are very helpful to strangers. She asked me if I lived nearby and what I did for a living and I told her a little about myself. When I walked up to her, I swear, I had no intention of asking her out or dating her or anything; it was purely out of the need to help others. But now that we had exchanged this blip of good conversation I felt like asking her out for coffee. I was just mustering the courage to ask her if she would like to consider joining me for a coffee at one of the nearby cafe when she looked over my shoulder and smiled and waved at someone. A tall, good looking guy was standing on the other side of the road. ‘That is who I was looking for and waiting for’ she said and added ‘It was nice to converse with you’ and left. I stood there with a question that would never be answered and a moment I will always remember. As she left, she turned around and said ‘See you around’. I smiled. I kept thinking how I was just a way to pass her time while she was waiting for someone. I didn’t feel bad or diminished or used in any way. She was not rude in any way. She was polite and courteous to me. It felt good to have a nice conversation with a stranger. To just meet people once, spend a good time (no matter how short the time is) and make a good memory feels good. It just makes your day, in some cases, your week. I remembered what she had said about this city and the people and thought how true and apt it felt right now ‘I love this city. I love how you can have a conversation with a stranger like he/she was an old friend’ she had said. Indeed, I loved this city too.